The Black Thorn

Breathing
The dizziness
Of a killing
Bliss
Jaws
Paralyzed
By words
Not intending
To hurt
And yet
Tearing off
The darkest
Pains and Doubts
From  the deep
Abysses
Of the womb


We never know
And know
We do
Cherishing
The greyish outline
Of our soul
Loving Chimeras
Running fast
Laughing loud
Remaining silent
Playing magnificently
Our part
Dreaming our dream
Holding our breath
Among the unnamable
Incandescent lava

Of the spitting fire 

(Oxford, 24/03/2013)